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"
It
is
you
--
is
it
,
Jane
?
You
are
come
back
to
me
then
?
"
"
I
am
.
"
"
And
you
do
not
lie
dead
in
some
ditch
under
some
stream
?
And
you
are
not
a
pining
outcast
amongst
strangers
?
"
"
No
,
sir
!
I
am
an
independent
woman
now
.
"
"
Independent
!
What
do
you
mean
,
Jane
?
"
"
My
uncle
in
Madeira
is
dead
,
and
he
left
me
five
thousand
pounds
.
"
"
Ah
!
this
is
practical
--
this
is
real
!
"
he
cried
:
"
I
should
never
dream
that
.
Besides
,
there
is
that
peculiar
voice
of
hers
,
so
animating
and
piquant
,
as
well
as
soft
:
it
cheers
my
withered
heart
;
it
puts
life
into
it
.
--
What
,
Janet
!
Are
you
an
independent
woman
?
A
rich
woman
?
"
"
If
you
wo
n't
let
me
live
with
you
,
I
can
build
a
house
of
my
own
close
up
to
your
door
,
and
you
may
come
and
sit
in
my
parlour
when
you
want
company
of
an
evening
.
"
"
But
as
you
are
rich
,
Jane
,
you
have
now
,
no
doubt
,
friends
who
will
look
after
you
,
and
not
suffer
you
to
devote
yourself
to
a
blind
lameter
like
me
?
"
"
I
told
you
I
am
independent
,
sir
,
as
well
as
rich
:
I
am
my
own
mistress
.
"
